I sat at the drive-thru window, tired after a day of work.
As I sat, I watched an elderly couple make their way across the parking lot.
The man seemed fairly able bodied, but the woman was slight
And used one of those aluminum canes with the four little feet at the end.
As I watched her negotiate a curb, slowly, carefully,
I was reminded of my grandson at the park
Slowly, carefully making his way over a little lip of cement to get to the playground.
So much extra effort for something that should be so simple!
The tiny little lady out for a meal and the tiny little boy out to play
With nothing in common, but the will to get there.
3 comments:
Very nice. I love story poems. Which probably won't surprise you at all. :)
Great imagery, LB!
The woman with the aluminum canes made me laugh a bit. When my mom came home from the hospital, she had a use one of those aluminum walkers. Her cat was all freaked out by it, he never approached that walker again. :)
Churlita: Thank you. What passes for poetry with me is pretty broad. Probably one of the reasons I enjoy it so much.
Tara: Thanks, Tara.
haha! I can only imagine how horrified your mom's cat was to find her returned with this clanky appendage :-)
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